-Elara Voss:
For a long moment, he didn't move, his long white-silver hair was the only thing moving, following the breeze.
Neither did I.
I was frozen, pinned beneath the weight of his gaze.
His red eyes—so deep, so dark—dragged over me, and a fresh wave of fear coiled tight in my stomach.
Then—
His gaze dropped lower.
My breath caught.
I became painfully aware of my own body—of the cold air brushing over my exposed skin, of the ripped fabric barely clinging to me.
A new kind of fear slithered through me.
But—
Something changed.
His body stiffened. His jaw tensed.
And then—his eyes flicked away immediately… In an instant when he realized I wasn't covered.
Down.
Away from me.
The red bled out of his irises, shifting—dark, then lighter, then—
Blue.
A clear, icy blue.
His lips pressed into a tight line, and then, without a single word, he moved.
His hands rose to his chest. Fingers curled around the white coat he wore—sleek, pristine, almost regal in its design.
